Novel & Cerita Carnal Knowledge Book

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

Wouldn't that mean he had a kid somewhere? And the skeletons just keep growing. The first compartment is filled with files, cheque books, pens, notepads and other boring stuff. I close it and pull open the next one, and I freeze for a few seconds, red creeping to my cheeks, and my anger temporarily forgotten. There's a book with a very vivid image of what looks to be an orgy on it. Written in bold is the title, The Kama Sutra. There are several different notes attached inside, and as I push it aside, I falls out.

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

The deeper the forbidden lore, the harder the pleasure. The tentacles responded to her growing pleasure by becoming more creative. One thick appendage swelled inside her womb, pulsing and expanding like the fruit of knowledge. Another formed a ridged cock that fucked her ass while smaller tendrils vibrated against her g-spot from both sides. Delicate flowering suckers bloomed across her breasts, her throat, the insides of her thighs, drinking every drop of sweat and slick she offered. Rowan came endlessly. Her orgasms fed the library in waves. Every climax made new books bloom on the shelves. Golden light spread across the entire Athenaeum as the ancient collection claimed its eternal archiv

God my cheeks are burning hot already. I can't believe I'm telling a guy apart from Luke all this. I feel so ashamed of myself right now and I could feel the shame burning through my face,red hot!. “Okay..that’s a bit of a situation”he flipped my file through the next page, his calloused hands not escaping my eyes. I'm fucking wet right now. My pussy is already twitching beneath me. “So Miss McCann? seems like I'm going to ask you a few questions based on your file if you don't mind”doctor Manuel said.

My confidence dwindled. And I don't care. I don't need a man to give me the pleasure. I don't need a man who will only see me as a disgusting woman. I just can't control it. When I come, I always climax with a force that my body convulses, and my legs shake. And that's it. It's messy. I don't need another man to witness it. I don't need another embarrassment. "Oh!" I gasped aloud when I felt a palm on my private part and pinched the sensitive nub, making my body squirm with a new fire of pleasure from the heat his palm radiated.

My body, however, was humming with a dangerous awareness. “Fascinating, yes.” He picked up a small, leather-bound book from his desk, turning it over in his hands. It looked like a volume of poetry. “Sometimes,” he murmured, his voice dropping slightly, “the most profound lessons are learned outside the conventional syllabus.” He glanced at the book, then back at me, his eyes dark with unspoken meaning. “Don’t you agree?” The double entendre was almost unbearable. My throat tightened. He was talking about the lessons he had taught me with his body, lessons that had shattered my world and remade it in a single night.

Heat crept up my neck and I turned back to the shelf, knowing I couldn’t put back the book or he’d know I touched it. Maybe it wasn’t his. Maybe it was one of his hookups and it got mixed up in his stuff. But then I remembered the way he’d roughly gripped my head. Carter hadn’t just been testing the waters; he dove in head first. I swallowed the lump in my throat and threw the book under his bed. If he was reading stuff like this, maybe he wasn’t as straight as he wanted everyone to think. A fantasy of Noah moaning quietly as he rubbed his dick while reading his dirty fiction flashed in my head and I let out a curse, my dick bumping against my zipper.